My ears hear what others cannot hear; small faraway things people cannot normally see are
visible to me.
These senses are the fruits of a lifetime of longing,
longing to be rescued, to be completed.
Just as the skirt needs the wind
to billow, I'm not formed by things that are of myself alone.
I wear my
father's belt tied around my mother's blouse, and shoes which are from
my uncle.
This is me.
Just as a flower does not choose its color, we are
not responsible for what we have come to be.
Only once you realize this
do you become free, and to become adult is to become free.
-India Stoker-
my favorite line of India Stoker on Stoker (2013)
♥QC
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